The boy squirmed in his seat and shifted a leery blue gaze up at the hand that was offered and then up to Cassidy's face. He studied him for a few silent moment but made no move to shake his hand rather just looking at it like it was a tentacle and not a hand,
"Alright..." Came a some what disinterested tone form the youth.
"You can call me 'Trick'... " He stated in reply after several looong moments of painful silence from the youth he shifted with a heavy sigh and he tugged on an old dull back pack on to his shoulders and he pocketed his hands. " I suppose you've had your pick of the litter... I dunno why me but alright... " He murmured with a shrug giving the social worker a dirty look. The last time they met involved some hot coffee being spit.
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